Fic: No Empathy
Title:No Empathy
Author: meowbooks
Word Count: 327
Rating: PG
Characters: Mysterious Hooded Person at Jack's Would-Be Execution
Disclaimer: This was written after CotBP. Everything has a story. Objects and the less well known characters should be no exception.
You need not know my name. Truth be told I doubt it if you’d even care what it was. That’s the way it is for people of my occupation. Why would that be? I’ll tell you, though I figure you’ll leave when I do, but I’m an honest citizen, truly I am. Just like you. I do my duty when it calls. Don’t like it much, but who else’ll do it? Not many keen on it, so I have to do it. Just the way it is, just the way it has always been.
No one wants to be an executioner.
I suppose you’ll be leaving now. Or you’re thinking I’m a horrid person. It used to be that executioners didn’t have hoods and things. People would throw dark looks, whisper as they past, gossip ‘bout how evil and mean we were. Well, I have to be there. Not like when folk gather around the gallows of their own accord, just to fill the time-like- like it was some sort of entertainment! Shameful it is, leastways in my opinion.
Some executioners, they’re frightnin’! Gloating ‘bout the new boots they gots, boasting about the nefarious pirates, murderers, and spies they’ve rid the world of. Others they flex their tree-trunk arms, scarin’ people left, right, center. I’m shuddering just thinking about it. I mean the way some folk go on about it; it’s like the poor souls were trophies or ribbons!
Honestly, I like it better when they get away. ‘Course, when that happens I don’t get paid, but I always find other work to do-much more agreeable sort of work. You might be wondering what I’m doing here rambling like I am. I don’t rightly know to tell the truth, but seeing as I’m stuck in this cell next to yours I thought I might as well tell you a little bit about myself. What? No, the dog’s run off and that Jack Sparrow locked me in here!
Author: meowbooks
Word Count: 327
Rating: PG
Characters: Mysterious Hooded Person at Jack's Would-Be Execution
Disclaimer: This was written after CotBP. Everything has a story. Objects and the less well known characters should be no exception.
You need not know my name. Truth be told I doubt it if you’d even care what it was. That’s the way it is for people of my occupation. Why would that be? I’ll tell you, though I figure you’ll leave when I do, but I’m an honest citizen, truly I am. Just like you. I do my duty when it calls. Don’t like it much, but who else’ll do it? Not many keen on it, so I have to do it. Just the way it is, just the way it has always been.
No one wants to be an executioner.
I suppose you’ll be leaving now. Or you’re thinking I’m a horrid person. It used to be that executioners didn’t have hoods and things. People would throw dark looks, whisper as they past, gossip ‘bout how evil and mean we were. Well, I have to be there. Not like when folk gather around the gallows of their own accord, just to fill the time-like- like it was some sort of entertainment! Shameful it is, leastways in my opinion.
Some executioners, they’re frightnin’! Gloating ‘bout the new boots they gots, boasting about the nefarious pirates, murderers, and spies they’ve rid the world of. Others they flex their tree-trunk arms, scarin’ people left, right, center. I’m shuddering just thinking about it. I mean the way some folk go on about it; it’s like the poor souls were trophies or ribbons!
Honestly, I like it better when they get away. ‘Course, when that happens I don’t get paid, but I always find other work to do-much more agreeable sort of work. You might be wondering what I’m doing here rambling like I am. I don’t rightly know to tell the truth, but seeing as I’m stuck in this cell next to yours I thought I might as well tell you a little bit about myself. What? No, the dog’s run off and that Jack Sparrow locked me in here!